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the last days. . .

so its my last day in the big bad world of Texas, and I must say its been fun living here.

I find it pretty funny actually. You see I’m a little white kid from Ohio

and I’ll prolly always have that persona about me

but when you tell people you’re from “Texas” they all look at you the same way. . .

“Texas!” oh wow, . . . do u have to carry a gun when u go to the store?. . . “

I like to mess with them…

“yup, and then when I’m done I mount my horse named Silver and catch an armadillo for desert!”

Its funny. I don’t look Texan, and I’m not Texan. But the label is stuck. . .

oh well…

anwho I’m all packed

 not  bad eh. . . I wonder if they’ll let me carry on that black one.

I hope so.

I can’t  believe that on my last day here it’s cloudy

I don’t think its been cloudy since Pancho Villa came through here

. . . no I’m wrong, it was when Billy the Kid was in town. . .

seriously

notice our dead palms. . . I think the one in the back is gonna make it

but that little one in the foregroud.

its dead.

last time I”ll see these palm trees

and the last time I’ll look at this pool and say

“u know if only it wasn’t so gosh darn cold”

this is the last night I”ll sleep on not quite a bed. . .

… in a room that isn’t mine

and the last time (I’m excited about this one). . .

I have to clean up after a dust storm

the last time the neighbors dog will bark at me

(tripod isn’t out today)

hopefully he barked himself to death

I’m sorry was that mean?

my last load of laundry

and the last time I”ll use the living room as my closet. . .

I’m quite nostalgic today. . .

but I guess thats ok right

being my last day and all. . .

sniff


Fulfilled and Full

last night I did the unthinkable. . .

after giving my family first dibs, I put all of my paintings in the trunk

and under the cover of darkness I brought my friends near. . .

and I gave all of my paintings away. . .

Before I did this I was afraid that I’d regret it

but I must say,

I feel surprisingly fulfilled. . . and full

….

like Kiera here. . .


stuff

So recently, in preparation of my inevitable move north, I’ve been going through alot of my things and getting rid of the unwanted and/or useless crapola that I’ve somehow accumulated in my year of living here . . . its ridiculous. . . seriously . . . However! Doing so brought to mind a painting I saw at an art show early in the summer and forgot to post.  Oh how this statement rings true.